Song to Woody

[Verse 1]

I’m out here a thousand miles from my home

Walking a road other men have gone down

I’m seeing your world of people and things

Your paupers and peasants and princes and kings

[Verse 2]

Hey, hey, Woody Guthrie, I wrote you a song

About a funny old world that’s a-coming along

Seems sick and it’s hungry, it’s tired and it’s torn

It looks like it’s a-dying and it’s hardly been born

[Verse 3]

Hey, Woody Guthrie, but I know that you know

All the things that I’m a-saying an a-many times more

I’m a-singing you the song, but I can’t sing enough

Because there’s not many men that done the things that you’ve done

[Verse 4]

Here’s to Cisco and Sonny and Leadbelly too

And to all the good people that traveled with you

Here’s to the hearts and the hands of the men

That come with the dust and are gone with the wind

[Verse 5]

I’m a-leaving tomorrow, but I could leave today

Somewhere down the road someday

The very last thing that I’d want to do

Is to say I’ve been hitting some hard traveling too